do you hate the weekend 'cause nobody's calling?

there are only a few minutes left before the start of the concert, jenny lewis finishes her performance and the whole team rushes from side to side, checking the readiness of the equipment, the stage, the group and hurrying harry.

styles stands in the middle of the dressing room, slowly buttoning up the trousers of his bright crimson suit, humming a song known to him alone and smiling, showing deep dimples, while none other than louis tomlinson sits back in one of the chairs with his legs propped up on the coffee table.

'clifford woke me up last week by licking my whole face' he puffs out the smoke and puts out his cigarette 'he misses you by the way'

'only clifford?' harry turns to the man.

'shut up, love' louis rolls his eyes, unable to stop his smile, which makes harry smile even wider, making him look like a frog.

'lou?' styles turns around holding a shiny vest in his hands 'can you try it on?'

'oh no no no' louis starts protesting 'no way, don't even think about it... ok, yes, i missed you, really missed you, satisfied?'

i'll make this feel like home ✨